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Outside of myself, I feel rigid and broken. My surface has been scratched, by what feels like sandpaper. Underneath, I endure open wounds. Many inflamed, relit and burned by gasoline. To cleanse with sodium would be less painful. My heart bruised like a punching bag, never eased. Many unhealed scars, not visible. Yet, I choose to smile day to day. My surface masked by happiness and joy. Underneath, I choose not to feel any emotional or mental pain. I live my life as cheerful as I can, for as long as i can fake it. (I wrote this in 2007 I believe)

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:).....................

[Shannie M Fowler]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...............